Everyone has a funny dream in their childhood.
Some children will want to be scientists, some may choose police officers, and some may even hope to be wizards with powerful magic powers in the future.
He really couldn't remember Maka's childhood dream clearly, but he was certain that he would never...
I would never want to be a bird!
"...What kind of bird thing is this?" Maka couldn't help but complain, but when the words came out of her mouth, they turned into a few gentle hums.
Yes, Maka never expected that her Animagus form was actually a bird—and a bright-colored blue hummingbird!
Not to mention its fighting ability—what kind of fighting ability can a hummingbird with a body length of less than 2 inches have? It seems like he can't even stand firmly right now. If he doesn't practice well, he won't even be able to fly.
Maka struggled to master the balance, but this required the cooperation of the head and tail, which could not be achieved in a short time.
Of course, what's even worse is that he consumes too much magic power, and he won't be able to change back at least in a short period of time.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared for this.
"Since you have nothing to do if you have nothing to do, let's take a few steps first..." Maka yelled "chirp, chirp, chirp".
Speaking of which, when was the last time you learned to walk
He walked unsteadily and fell down from time to time. He looked quite cute in that little way.
However, you still have to pay for the sins you have committed. Crookshanks, who was dozing in the corner of the room, came over...
Night is when most cats are full of energy.
Crookshanks is a very smart cat, and he is perhaps the first creature besides Maka to recognize that Scabbers is not a real mouse.
And just now, it watched Maka's transformation process completely - it had already understood that the delicious-looking snack in front of it was actually Maka himself.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." Maka turned around and happened to see Crookshanks who had quietly walked behind him.
Doesn't it want to eat me
Crookshanks came up and smelled it, then rubbed it. Just when Maka was relieved, Crookshanks enthusiastically waved his cat fist at him...
In the following time, Maka finally understood what "practice brings true knowledge".
Crookshanks seems to want to play with him for a while, but when the size difference is too big, something will happen if he plays like this!
Maka started running in a daze, and Crookshanks was chasing after him. He would almost run a few steps before slamming him down with the pads of his paws.
As time passed, Maka was surprised to find that at least he would not lose his balance and fall down...
However, just being able to run was definitely not enough to escape the clutches of Crookshanks. After being fed up with the hell of having to come into close contact with the floor before running a few steps, he decided to try flying.
It can be said that Maka riding a broomstick must be at the king level, but if he relies on his own wings to fly, it can only be at the plastic level.
After he flapped his wings several times, only to be crushed and rubbed on the floor by Crookshanks' big furry face, he finally decided—it was better to run away first!
Theoretically speaking, it is good for the body to move the muscles and bones more, but Maka is not sure whether exercising while the Animagus is in a deformed state will have any effect.
Until Crookshanks got tired of playing, Maka was already exhausted and turned into a dead bird.
Near dawn, Maka finally had enough magic to regain her human form.
He couldn't wait to change back, and made a decisive decision - if it was not necessary, he would never use the unreliable magic of Animagus transformation again.
Maka walked over to Crookshanks, picked it up, and stared at it in concentration for a while while walking out.
Finally, he muttered under his breath.
"...I heard that cat meat is sour?"
Crookshanks was so scared that he jumped to the ground and disappeared in a flash.
Transforming for the first time was very tiring, not to mention that he couldn't help but "exercise" for most of the night, and he was really hungry at this time.
During breakfast time, Maka uncharacteristically lay on the dining table and chewed, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the classmates around her.
When Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall, everyone's attention finally turned away from Maka, and the Great Hall burst into applause.
Harry couldn't help but smile happily when he saw that the people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were also applauding them.
And when they passed the long table in Slytherin House, the little snakes sitting at the table hissed loudly. Harry noticed that Malfoy seemed paler than usual.
Maka took time out of her busy schedule to look at him and nodded secretly - Lucius should have received the warning.
After breakfast, everyone crowded together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.
Well, Maka isn't in it.
Although I had thought about giving up Animagus transformation before, it was just a thought. Every spell is worth studying. If used properly, this can be regarded as a backup method.
At least, with the advantage of its small size, its ability to escape in complex environments must be good. Peter Pettigrew is an immediate example of this.
While everyone was watching the game at the Quidditch field, Maka came to the Forbidden Forest alone. After confirming that there was no one else here, she started to transform again.
After the first time, the second time was relatively easy.
With a squirming movement in his body, he quickly transformed back into a little hummingbird.
Since he has turned into a bird, he must at least become a flying bird, right? Maka kept flapping her wings on the lawn at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, trying to find the feeling of flying.
The flying method of hummingbirds is very different from that of ordinary birds. Not to mention that Maka has not studied how other birds fly. Even if he can guess something, it may not work.
But this is nothing more than fighting against the airflow!
As the frequency of flapping his wings increased, and he thought about it from time to time, he quickly found some feelings.
Sure enough, without the interference of Crookshanks, using your brain to solve problems is the most suitable learning method for Maka. Unfortunately, it is unrealistic to learn to fly all at once. It only takes Maka a few more flutters in almost a morning.
When Maka arrived on the Quidditch pitch, he happened to catch the moment Harry received the Silver Quidditch Cup.
Everyone gathered on the lawn of the Quidditch field. The atmosphere was extremely lively and crowded.
The usually bumbling Percy was there too, jumping up and down like a madman, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was crying harder than Wood, wiping her tears with a huge Gryffindor flag.
Ron and Hermione were desperately pushing towards Harry. They were so excited that they couldn't speak, but they just had smiles on their faces.
To be honest, this is a memorable day because Gryffindor finally won the Quidditch trophy again after so many years.
Maka stood on the edge of the crowd, looking at Harry and the others' excited expressions, but suddenly felt that something was missing in her heart.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Maka withdrew her gaze and looked to her side. It was Luna—she still looked a little dazed, but she also had a smile on her face.
"Are you happy?" Maka suddenly asked.
Luna blinked and nodded slightly.
"I'm happy. If everyone is happy, I'm happy too." She tilted her head, looking confused, as if she was confirming something, "Aren't you happy?"
Maka shook her head and said: "I also want to be happy, and I'm trying to find a way to make myself happy again—"
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Luna still held Maka's hand without hesitation, with an innocent look on her face, as if she was just caring about him.
Maka could feel the warmth coming from the palm of her hand, but he didn't know how to respond.
"Maybe there is something I can do to help," Maka said quietly, "I'm afraid, at least on this issue, I can't solve it myself..."
"I didn't understand until I met you... Sometimes, extraordinary wisdom may not be able to solve all problems," Luna turned her head, looked at the cheerful crowd on the stage, and said softly, "Learning to rely on others is also a very important thing. Meaningful things.”
Maka also returned his gaze there, and he nodded in agreement: "Perhaps when the four founders of Hogwarts decided to get together to create the school, they also thought so!"
"Who knows?" Luna looked ahead in a daze, as if looking at her classmates or somewhere else.
…
Harry felt so happy about winning the Quidditch trophy that the excitement lasted at least for a whole week.
As June approaches, the days become muggy and cloudless.
Everyone just wants to take a walk outside, throw down on the grass with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice, maybe play a game of pebbles or watch the giant squid dreamily move across the lake.
But they can't do that because the exam is getting closer.
Not only were the students unable to lazily pass the time outdoors, they had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer breeze outside the window and forcing their brains to work hard.
Senior students are working tirelessly to get a better job in the near future, especially the seventh grade students who are about to graduate.
"Hey Maka, you must be good at tests, right?"
One day during lunch time, the beautiful Charlotte suddenly approached Maka with a smile.
"You know, NEWTs are coming soon... I really can't do anything with it..."
"So you came to ask for help from a junior who is only in the third grade?" Maka took a bite of the apple pie and asked in confusion, tilting her head.